''Mom... I didn't mean to hide it from you. Ivy said she was going to tell you when she comes back the next time so I let it go.'' Avi said as he eyed Ivy in a way that he avoided Mrs Gracia's eyes perfectly. But about the rest... Well they all so the little exchange very clearly.
Guess this isn't the first time neither will this be the last. *Sigh* Their mom was the smartest in their batch but right now, her children are playing around with her.
On the other hand, Ivy softly patted her pups on their butt to move them forward. She quitely whispered ''beg'' to them.
As if stimulated, the pups went forward towards Mrs Gracia and stood on their hind legs with their two front paws attached in a sign of begging. Even their eyes turned teary and they let out soft whimpers making those who saw feel a wave of pity and sympathy overwhelm their heart.
''Mom~'' Ivy moved closer towards her mother and softly pulled the hem of her mother's shirt.
''Please forgive me this once. My pretty mom, The best mom, let me off this once please. Pretty please?''
Ivy begged softly making Mrs Gracia's already mushy heart melt more. This girl was already one thing. Now she even has two helpers.
''Alright. Get up. Gosh... what am I supposed to do with you?'' Mrs Gracia said as henlooked at Ivy helplessly. ''And you. Don't think I don't know that you sold her off to help her. I have already experienced this same trick for so many times.''
''But you still fall for it. Isn't it okay as long as if works?'' Avi said as massaged his mother's arm ingratiatingly.
''Alright you two. Stop it now. We have guest at home.''
''Eh...? Emmy. I thought you said we were not guest. Was that a lie? A trick?'' Mr Wilson asked with feigned anger.
''Ofcourse you are a guest. But it's only you who is a guest. Anna and Lyle are ofcourse part of the host.
''How can you say that?''
''Or? Your bestfriend didn't evn come to receive you. How could you not be considered a guest?''
At the mention of that, Mr Wilson's face showed anger while Mr Gracia looked terrified.
''Hey. You... you can't blame me alright. Didn't you say you were coming tomorrow?''
''Ah really? But your wife seemed to know. She even came over to receive her friend. What about you?''
''That... that... I am sorry?''
''You still don't know you are wrong right? You damned bastard.''
And so like Tom and Jerry, those two ran around the house, one chasing and the other running for his dear life.